Yufeng's eyes, dark as ink, were brimming with tenderness.
Xiaoyu's heart was pounding.
Alright, admitting that she was jealous... wasn't such a shameful thing after all!
Seeing his gentle expression, her heart softened too.
But wait, about that call from Sang Yunong, Shen Yufeng hadn't fully explained it to her yet!
Xiaoyu reached out, poked him where his heart was, and huffed, "Be honest, how come you remember Miss Sang's number so clearly?"
Shen Yufeng chuckled.
"Silly! I have a photographic memory!"
"Yeah right, quit kidding around!"
Xiaoyu didn't believe he had such a skill.
"Don't believe me? Test me then!"
Listening to Yufeng's tone, it didn't sound like he was joking, so Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes.
She recalled in The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Feng Heng, the wife of Huang Yaoshi, had a photographic memory, and after glancing at the Nine Yin Scripture twice from Zhou Botong, she could recite it perfectly.
